Saturday, July 20, 2013

AESOP ROCK feat. Rob Sonic-Dark Heart News

[Aesop Rock:]I limped up like a dog, shut up, with three legs to the stage…So many dark hearts to chooseYou can focus to the phobias involved in forty huesWhether you levitate or bend spoonsTune into the brooders of the dark heart news

[Rob Sonic:]Breathin’s a tug of warWet when I rust a ballPlus twenty nine bust gum stuck cluster doorSlumped in the back burn (Bush) by the son of +George+Sweat terror feed cause I don’t bleed when I cut no more

[Aesop Rock:]A system of gods from each of the brawling tribesSo my bobble is a pot of claws clipped and collagedPavlov’s bad dogs? parimass? bellsI don’t speak the language but my last laugh’s hell

[Rob Sonic:]Spiral your vertigoSignals that flash and beatPostin’ my head from myself to get back to meHouse full of dynamite, blast cap anatomyBags full of smelling salts mad as the magazineAttack medic stretcher call cracked crazy header fallA threat, a break, a mistake with the postPicking every last fuckin’ piece of paint off the walls

[Aesop Rock:]Okay, [?] notably mobile until [?] socialHe will locate every exit in seconds to flee the wormholeWhen emergency diversions ring the celly or the doorbell

[Rob Sonic:]Burnin’ it at both ends, friends let’s commiserateTurning into something, to the sound that the triggers makeBorn at the badder side, I had this time still awaitTrainin’ all my zeroes to perform like they’re figure eights…

[Aesop & Rob:] Whether you levitate or bend spoons [x4][DJ Big Wiz scratches'n'cuts the following line]Extra extra read all about it [x3]

[Aesop Rock:]Hey, four corners of the globe, all invent fireOn the very same day in the very same coldEach sent a man with a torch to the borderline?Watch them collide and explode

[Rob Sonic:]When I hear them blind [?] up jumped the iron cordFunky wrench in my hand, raise it cut the islands offHomemade tats memoriesI ignore the private callsBut ever since the eighties I think something’s in my Tylenol

[Aesop Rock:]What plague makin’ out on the brigadeSo we could walk planksThen we’ll climb a tree and waitIrony is waiting over piety and faithSo when the ghostly ruminations that are kindly disobeyedI’m gonna live to be a thousand with the patience of a saint (Right)See the hoi polloi becoming restless in their tanks (Right)Can’t hold howls and corrals with a key,So will the worms please drink on the count of three (Three!)

[Ron Sonic:]If I had a dollar for every time I couldn’t sleep,I could buy a billion locks and finally read a book in peaceNo more would my president come off as a crook and thiefAnd turn my heart so dark that it would bark when he looked for me

[Aesop Rock:]Sideways eye on a sinister boundaryPeddlin’ contemporaries killin’ me loudly99 bottles of beer on the wall timorousDone run akin to the car on the lawn cinder blocks…